I think the 60s and 70s were the peak period for the singer-songwriter, for sure.
. . . she fell into a long sleep, and dreamed he dreams of the dream tree.
So when you're cold From the inside out And don't know what to do, Remember love and friendship, And warmth will come to you.
Why are you crying?" shivered the otter. "Because I am cold!" shouted the gnome. "Then why are you shouting?" chattered the otter. "Because," yelled the gnome, "when I shout it gets part of the cold from the inside out.
Never judge someone By the way he looks Or a book by the way it's covered; For inside those tattered pages, There's a lot to be discovered
As you walk, hop, hobble, or wheel Meeting people of different kinds, Remember that being handicapped Is only a state of mind
When you're feeling lonely and no one is around Remember to look inside yourself and a best friend will be found
Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.
First, you do a piece of material that begins and ends and has a flow; it's not chopped up as in a film, where in an extreme case you might be doing the last scene of the script the first day that you go to work, and you don't know enough about the character you're playing.
Once you start shaving you're done at Disney.
Attract them by the way you live.